HARRY POTTER ONESHOTS

Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter ~ Potions P.1

Thank you so much for 400 reads!

And also, do you guys wants smut?

P.S. I tried making the dialogue as realistic as possible but I may be a bit bias with Professor Snape cause he's my favorite :)

(There is a bit of swearing)

Potions was hell as always.

Harry sat in the class, groaning at one of the test questions. Snape glared at him from his desk in the front of the classroom as he was grading their past pop quizzes. The potion master had it coming though, he gave the students a quiz what seemed like to be every three days.

Ron gave out the same sort of noise as well, his quill making a scratching sound against the desk in frustration. Harry looked over to him for a moment and a mischievous smirk came to his lips. Snape eyes were staring at him in suspicion, wanting to take any mismade movement to have an excuse to jump out at him and give him a pull week's worth of detention.

"Hey, Ron, you stuck on number three as well?" Harry asked.

"'Course I am, Harry, who in their right mind would know anything about this?" Ron asked back, his face contorting in furious confusion.

"Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley, what do you think you're doing?" Snape asked, standing up from his seat. He really did look like a enlarged bat when he stood, holding his cape with either hand like that. Almost like he had ragged wings connected to his back. His greasy hair curled at his shoulders which gave him a hooded look as well, his dark eyes only adding to the cruellook. His nose hooked as the the only mammal with wings did. The only thing separating them was the pasty white skin the potions professor had.

"Getting help, professor," Harry said to him. Snape glowered down at him, trying to figure out what the student was playing at.

"Speaking is not aloud in my classroom during quizzes-"

"But it is, professor," Harry said, hoping he was right about this. Snape's gare rapidly hardened at his back talk, but Harry continued before he could say anything. "I mean no disrespect to you, Professor Snape, but according to Dumbledore, pop quizzes are for learning and understanding purposes, not for grading. And you wouldn't want to wrong headmaster Dumbledore, would you?" Harry asked.

All eyes in the classroom were on Snape now, seeing how the rage filled professor would respond to Harry's slight rant. But the professor didn't say anything for a long while, only staring Harry in his green eyes. The rage filled response Harry had been attempting to get diminished in the professor's eyes and a smirk crawled to the man's lips.

"Alright, Potter, have it your way," he said, his eyes wandering to the rest of the class. The other students eyes quickly fell back to their papers. "The rest of the quiz will be completed with partners," he said. Harry's eyes shot to Ron with a grin which the red head shot right back. Ron gave him a look which told him, I don't know how you did it but you have to do it again.

"Which I will be choosing," Snape continued. Harry's expression dropped and so did his friends. Glares were now being aimed towards the chosen one at his stupid choice of words. Ron met his best friends eyes again and shot him a look which now said, horrible job mate.

Snape's hooded eyes were now filled with evil as he let them wander over the class of cowering students.

"Ms. Greengrass will go with Weasley and Granger may go with Ms. Lovegood," Snape said, his eyes meeting each student he called on. Harry's bottom lip jutted out as if he was pouting at the names which he was not paired with. "Mr. Longbottom may go with Ms. Parkinson and Mr. Finnigan will go with Mr. Thomas..." Snape continued to pair students up until Harry was left. He didn't know all the students who had been called on, but there were two people left who he was sure hadn't been paired yet.